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[murasamia]

[ Maria appears on the screen of the NV without much flourish, forehead wrinkled just slightly by what could be interpreted as either a look of intense concentration or utter confusion. Considering who's making it, it could be both, but she opens her mouth and starts going on and on, answering the question pretty much immediately. ]

Siren's Port! Something really weird happened to me, amigos! You're gonna blow your wigs!

[ her brown eyes focus quite intently on the camera, and as she starts talking, her hands match her words with various little gestures. ]

So the other day when I went to sleep in my bed like normal, I woke up and I was suddenly back in 1933, amigos! Well, not woke up - it's more like I never left! I was just there! And when I was there, I didn't even remember none of this Canada stuff! Crazy, right? [ instead of waiting for an answer, she nods in agreement with herself and continues. ] Anyway, I went and did all the stuff I was supposed to do back there! It was great -- well, parts of it weren't great, but I won in the end, as usual, and I beat up that annoying chica and I kept Tick safe and I cut the sky open and everything -- but I shouldn't talk about it, you know, Mr. Luck gets mad!! Yeah, but I finished that, and then all of a sudden I woke up back here again last night!! My stuff's still here, and I remember it all.

[ finishing up her clearly new and intriguing little tale, she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest and looking quite puzzled. ]

... I've been trying to figure it out, but I hate puzzles that I can't just beat with my swords. But it's really eatin' me, amigos! You don't think this place is some kinda weird dream I'm having, right?

Comments

[murasamia]

I hope that happens! Mr. Luck is a really cool guy! [ pause. ] But then he'd give me orders...

[hisoldgirl]

Don't you have a job here, too?

[murasamia]

Yeah, but it's not like I got any attachments! I just do it because I need money. [ And a way to contain her bloodlust. ] If he showed up, I'd drop it in a second and go back to working for him, amiga.

[hisoldgirl]

Ah, so he's like your Thief, then? He's the most important to you?

[murasamia]

Huh? [ a pause while Maria processes this thought... and then a pretty surprised-looking face. ] Huuuh, what?! No!! We're not like that at all! Mr. Luck's a handsome guy, but he's just Mr. Luck! No way! And he ain't no thief, either!

[hisoldgirl]

What has aesthetics to do with import?

[murasamia]

What? [ lady, you are confusing her so much... ] Imports?

[hisoldgirl]

[how to rephrase the question...] Why does how he look matter when it comes to how you feel?

[murasamia]

Well, I mean... It don't matter that much in the end, I guess, amiga, but it's kind of... A first thing, is that how you say it? A first, uh... Wait -- hey, why are we still talkin' about this!! I told you, it's not like that between us!

[ she actually looks somewhat flustered at this point! An impressive feat. She never even thought of Luck Gandor this way, good lord. Rather, the conversation brings a certain creepy torture specialist to mind... ]

[hisoldgirl]

I only ask because you specified him being handsome. I was curious as to why that was an important aspect, is all.

[murasamia]

You were talking about him being the most important! You mean like amantes, right? Any dame's gotta think her guy's handsome, right?

[hisoldgirl]

I suppose? I'm not really sure. Aesthetics have never really mattered much; I'm not sure how to gauge them.

[murasamia]

Hmmm... I don't really care either, amiga! All that love stuff's not my cup of tea. I'd rather be out using my swords!

[hisoldgirl]

Considering the danger of this place, it's perhaps the better choice. You don't happen to give lessons, do you?

[murasamia]

You mean sword lessons?

[hisoldgirl]

Yes, that.

[murasamia]

Never tried it, amiga! I don't know if I'd be a good teacher, though.

[hisoldgirl]

I see. Well, it was just a thought.